Previously…
Out into the sunlight the furries ran, flew, stumbled, and clambered away from the laboratory.
“Wait!” Barbra said, out of breathe.
Blacktooth glared at her as they broke into the tree-line. “Wait!” Barbra protested. Blacktooth grunted and threw her down.
“WHAT?”
Barbra got up slowly. “They’ll never believe I was a hostage. I’m dead if I go back there!”
“Yeah, great, let’s talk later.” Blacktooth said, encircling Barbra with his tail.
“No, wait, my work, it’s all there!” Barbra said, trying to loosen herself from Blacktooth’s grasp.
“Again, let’s go, talk about it later.”
The two ran for the trees, where some of the furries awaited. “Go out of town for awhile. You’ll find a rundown resort there. There’s at least seventy five furries there who can help you, get yourselves down there!”
“What about me?” Barbra said.
Despite how Blacktooth hated humans being inconsiderate and prejudice, he wasn’t a total pig. Turning to her, he pointed a single skeletal finger at her. “Your coming with me.” With that, he wound up and struck Barbra on the back of the neck, knocking her out.

Barbra awoke with the smell of salt in her nose. The smell was unpleasantly strong, but she felt awake otherwise. Then she looked down. She was strapped down to a chair with a table before her, and Blacktooth was seated across from her, pistol trained to her head.
“Why’d you take me here?” Barbra said, looking around, trying to get stock of her surroundings.
Blacktooth had put blankets over all the windows, so there was hardly any light in the room. Thus, no discernable features in the dark. That was, accept for Blacktooth of course.
“Because I don’t hate anyone. I don’t want to KILL anyone, either. All I want is justice to be served and the right thing to be done.”
“George Washington would have loved you.” Barbra said.
“I find it funny that you think you can play cute with me when I’m the one holding the gun.” Blacktooth countered.
“You said you wouldn’t kill anyone if you could help it.”
“I also said justice should be served. YOU took everything I had and destroyed it. You made me the monster I am today. It’s YOUR doing that I’m—”
“Blacktooth? Baby?” A voice came suddenly. “Baby, what’s all the fuss about?”
Blacktooth slammed his hand on the table he was sitting at. Here came the hallucinations. Some of Blacktooth’s biggest dreams, the largest being marriage someday, haunted him now. Part of the radiation made an excess in size of much of his brain, including his amygdala. That meant any of his emotions, especially those he felt intensely, were only increased tenfold. So much so that they almost were given life. Blacktooth could feel the imaginary woman approach him.
“Stay away!” Blacktooth roared, firing a shot into the air. The imaginary woman, a beautiful tan cat with blond hair and blue eyes, screamed and started crying on the floor. Blacktooth knew she wouldn’t stop, even as he continued talking to Barbra.
Barbra watched this all with intrigue, having seen no one or heard no one in the room besides Blacktooth, including his fit of anger. Blacktooth smiled, his teeth visible. “You did that to me too.” He said in a calm tone. Blacktooth had learned calmness was the only emotion he could feel; or else he was subject to hallucinations.
“I’m imagining a bunch of things because of what that radiation did to my brain. I’m either going to find a cure from you or I can sit you here and starve you to death.” Blacktooth said, cutting to the chase and presenting the ultimatum.
Barbra licked her lips. “We’ve found no cure, just how to recreate YOU in several of the furries you rescued. I wouldn’t lie to you now.”
Blacktooth nodded, then turned to the door. “I’ll be back in maybe an hour.”
Without listening to Barbra, he closed the door and locked it, sealing Barbra in.
Blacktooth took a moment to inhale the smells of the city. Despite the pollution, the town he was in was pretty nice, even with its furry/human struggles. After revving up his motorcycle, applying both gloves and jacket, he drove off into the country.
Quickly arriving at the shelter, he found that most of the new furries had arrived. “Did everyone make it?” Blacktooth asked the bear, who happened to be nearby.
“Yeah, I got to round them up momentarily. Yeah, they’re all here.” The bear grinned from ear to ear, just now probably embracing how free they were.
Blacktooth patted his new friend on the shoulder. “Hey, I’m glad you’re here. I’d like you to do something for me, though.”
“Name it.” The bear said cheerily, and Blacktooth spoke to him.
The bear nodded, then retreated into the shelter. Five minutes later, he came out. Trailing behind him were three creatures similar to Blacktooth, in that, while they were furry, several things must have happened to them during their captivity; they were all disfigured in some fashion.
There was a lion with three tails, three arms, and three eyes. Powerful build. A golden retriever feral with scaly skin and snake fangs. Probably had venom and snake-like strength. A bull with horns on its ankles and wrists, easily the demolition-man of the crew. And an orange bird who’s wings glinted with metal. Metallic feathers.
“What’s your names?” Blacktooth asked the group.
The lion spoke up first. “I’m Zata.”
Blacktooth nodded, then looked at the retriever, who expectedly hissed the ‘s’s. “Sethenson.”
“Justin.” Said the bull.
“Barnabus.” Said the bird.
“Any particular fighting benefits with your transformations?” Blacktooth asked, crossing his arms.
“I have a larger build with my third arm, and my eyes can see great distances.” Zata said, sounding very regal and confident of himself. That was good. Could teach him how to snipe.
“I bite with venom and can slither.” The retriever said with a slight wag of his tail. Blacktooth had to smirk at the dog. Looked young; a youthful spirit kept missions from going bad.
“Look at me.” Justin said, grinning and spreading his arms wide. Blacktooth nodded, noting the obvious physical advantages the bull produced, but his humorous outlook could be a problem. Ah well, consider it later.
“I can slice with my feathers.” Barnabas said.
Blacktooth smiled, nodding. “Good.” He said, looking the four of them over. They would do.
“I have a special assignment for you four.”
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